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serickswrites

Take A Break

serickswrites

Warnings: escape, referenced captivity, referenced torture, broken bones, caretaker and whumpee, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hurt/comfort

“Whumpee, Whumpee, let’s stop. Take a break.” Caretaker was tired. Their legs ached, their lungs burned from running for so long. Surely they had gotten far enough away from Whumper’s compound to be able to take a break. 

“C-C-Can’t stoppp,” Whumpee panted as they collapsed against a tree. They cradled their mutilated hand close. Caretaker would never forget the sound of Whumper’s hammer coming down on Whumpee’s hand. Never forget the sound of Whumpee’s screams. 

“We need a break. I need a break.” You need a break. Whumpee’s skin was ghostly under the moonlight. Caretaker wasn’t entirely certain that Whumpee wasn’t on the edge of passing out. 

“O-O-Ok,” Whumpee whispered as they slid down the tree until they were sitting. “F-Few minutes,” their eyelids drooped. 

“Stay awake, Whumpee,” Caretaker murmured as they sat down next to Whumpee. They feared that if Whumpee passed out Whumpee wouldn’t wake up again. 

Whumpee had taken the brunt of Whumper’s ire. Had taken the brunt of the torture. All the while Caretaker could do nothing but watch. And the days of torture had weighed heavily on Whumpee’s body and on Caretaker’s soul. “Please, just stay awake. We’ll catch our breath, then we’ll keep going.”

“‘mkay,” Whumpee whispered. They leaned heavily on Caretaker, blinking furiously to stay awake. “‘m ‘ake,” they said as their eyelids drooped once more. 

Caretaker gave Whumpee’s uninjured arm a squeeze. “Not too much farther. Just a few minutes. Catch our breath. Then we’ll be home. You’ll see.”

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Bridge

serickswrites

Warnings: captivity, torture, escape, bruises, broken bones

“Come on!” Team Leader shouted over their shoulder as they ran along the hallway. They knew that this was the only way the two of them–Teammate One and themself–were getting out of there. They had to escape. Up and out. And then they could find the others. 

They clutched their broken wrist to their chest as they ran. While Teammate One had no broken bones, they had been beaten just as heavily as Team Leader, their face still terribly swollen and bruised. “I’m coming. Where exactly does this hall come out, Team Leader?” Teammate One asked as the two of them began to run up a flight of stairs. 

“The roof. It’s the only way we can get out of the compound.”

“And exactly how are we going to do that? Fly?”

Team Leader wrenched the roof access door open and ushered Teammate One through. “No, we’re going to jump.”

Teammate One froze. “I’m not jumping off the roof, Team Leader. No way.”

Team Leader ran to the edge. “We’re not jumping off the roof, we’re jumping to the next building. Then we can find a phone and call for help.”

“What if whoever’s house we crash into is friends with Whumper?” Teammate One did not like the idea of jumping from one dangerous place to another. 

“We’ll burn that bridge when we get there. But right now,” Team Leader said turning back to Teammate One, “we need to go. Hurry!”

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Hounded

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  • Fandom: Batman
  • Relationship: Tim Drake & Jason Todd
  • Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth
  • Gifted to: @bruces-bats
  • Series: Mutual Aid

They were going to kill him. Tim Drake knew this in the fiberglass shards of his bones. He would run as far as he could, but it wouldn’t be far enough. They would find him. They would catch him. And they would kill him.

Bruce, I’m so sorry.

Tim clutched his broken arm to his chest and choked back a sob as he staggered through the maze of crates. No noise. Noise was a tell. Noise was death, faster, sooner. If he could find a place to hide, maybe, maybe he would live. He was so stupid for getting cut off and isolated, without backup or ally. But if he could just hide, maybe he could stay alive long enough to be found.

The men chasing him weren’t silent. They were loud, so loud, the baying of hounds on the trail of a limping fox. Tim flinched from the shouts, knowing he was being hounded and herded, but unable to escape. He forced himself to move faster, stumbling over his own heavy feet, ignoring the flare of pain in his leg, one gloved hand pressed to the wall of crates to keep himself upright.

He didn’t see the fist before it hit him, knuckles hitting the side of his head with a crack. Tim went down, twisting even as he did to keep from landing on his arm. His skull was full of bees, humming so loud he could barely hear the shouts growing louder or the triumphant laugh of the man standing over him.

A boot drove into his ribs. Tim curled and rolled with a gasp, and the second strike caught him only as a glancing blow. It didn’t matter. He was caught between the wall of crates and his attacker. The next blow would land, and the next, and the next. Tim was glad, perversely, that the jammer was still working and no one would be able to hear what was coming.

He heard the man over him shout again, a call to his pack, and the unmistakable chu-chck of a handgun being cocked. Oh. Good. It would be quick, then.

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jekyllandjackal
obsidian-warthog

Haven't seen as much of it this year, but I'm joining the 'aggressive reminder that Jonathan Harker is not oblivious' squad. He literally closed off today's entry on a 'if I don't make it home' note.

And keep in mind the landlord's wife only says to Jonathan that the eve of St George's Day is a time of evil spirits, nothing about Dracula himself being dangerous, just the date. And Jonathan has gone past that date plenty of times with no monster encounters.

For those of you who have already read the whole thing, this is basically the situation with Helsing and Lucy's 'illness' in miniature. The critical information was withheld because it'd sound too absurd, but because of that the warnings don't actually carry the information needed to protect the listener.

Also the format of the story itself means that every hint of something being wrong you read in this part is something Jonathan both noticed and chose to write down.

animate-mush

Every hint of something being wrong you read in this part is something Jonathan both noticed and chose to write down.

ashintheairlikesnow

Also worth noting that these people know of Dracula and know that sometimes, people disappear because of him, or are found drained of blood.

Likely at least some of these people are those who angered him or chased off other prey.

They withhold information not only because the translation isn't total but also because if Harker is spooked, well, he got spooked. Not their fault! But if they actively warn him, well...

Would you want to face the wrath of the strange monster who kills so many?

Jonathan is dealing with the very much Of His Time arrogance and disdain for 'local superstition', but he DOES notice a lot. And if he had understood the warnings better, he may not have understood what Dracula is, but he likely would have grasped that he was in danger.